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A Pattern Language
Christopher Alexander
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Nature
Summer in Michigan
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I’d love to see this become something productive
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The lil London planetree that will grow to 100 ft tall long after I’m gone
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Memorial Day Weekend
Since I have Fridays off, I had a four day weekend due to the holiday today. I could use more of these. I didn't get any reading done like I had planned, but I had a fun and relaxing weekend regardless.
On Friday, Kate and I went down to Cedar Point to indulge our need for some cheap excitement. I wasn't feeling the best that day, but we still got in seven or so big coaster rides that shook my general malaise and made me feel truly alive for the first time since I can't remember when. I almost got sick on the Millennium Force, but the initial drop of over 300 feet got me ramped up with a big …
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A Weight Being Lifted
I find myself coming back to this place when I'm in transition. Now that I have some extra time, I'll write a little bit.
I've just finished all of my coursework for graduate school and I turned in my professional project proposal on Friday for approval. If it comes back approved, then I have the go-ahead to start filming a documentary on public participation in the planning process. I won't name the community, but the project involves demolition of homes in the floodplain and gardening on the empty lots. It's exciting that I might get to be critical, but I just want school out of my life. …
September already and the nights are getting cold. I got the new TV on the Radio record and I'm loving that shit to death. The main problem I had with their last album was their lack of a percussion section. I need something with a beat, and Return to Cookie Mountain delivers some foot loose grooves to set me rolling and put me in a good mood–I always need some recorded pick-me-ups when the weather starts changing. Seems like I get most of my records in the fall.
School has started and it really hasn't set in yet. Even though I was working and taking summer classes, it's never the …
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End of Summer, End of Crap
I’ve found my way back here because of an old friend who always has the right things to say. The funny thing is, I don’t even know where to start because I’ve been bottling things up for so long that I feel like I could explode into a mess of flesh and Type O Positive all over the tacky wainscoting of my parents' basement. I guess I’ll start small, with humility, and without lying to myself anymore. The truth is, I haven’t been happy in a really long time. I was just tired of being unhappy and looking unhappy and sounding unhappy, so I adopted a “keep on the …
One year left. Feels good to say that.
Turn, calendar, turn. What month is it, anyway? Loved and lost. Alive, but grown fat. Got a haircut, but it's grown again. Sit second row in history, last in geography. Wiped some of my slate clean, filled a lot of it back up again. Grown restless with the agitations of spring: rain, sun, rain, snow, sun, rain. Instant communication became passe. Work a shitty night job. Wondering where I can barter blood for time to concentrate on the things and people that matter. Wondering how I can barter that time so that I might find some for myself. Tired of so many people around. Since …
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my backyard today
so yeah, i'm leaving. did you know that?
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Just a couple pictures from my trip
Los Angeles, I’m yours
But Newport is where the heart is
So this Tuesday I'm going to LA, and I'm pretty excited. I was a little bummed that we didn't have enough time to head out there last year when we went to Coachella, because I had to make it back in time for exams [we opted for the Grand Canyon which was cool anyway]. I haven't been out of state since, save for the drive to North Carolina to move my brother out of his apartment when he went to Iraq, so I was feeling like a trip was in order. I'd rather it be a road trip, but I'll take what I can get. I get to hang out with Derek who just moved out there, my new friend Zoe, and I get to see …
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another one bites the dust
Yet another contributor of Bryan's DNA in a long line of Barnette and Robb dead-beats, has died.
Meet the other "grandfather" that I'd never met:
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I love how they always chaulk people up to be these amazing people in their obituaries. As if setting up franchises should be held in high esteem.
John Barnette, Jr., 79, of Comstock died Friday, September 9, 2005 at Golden Age Manor in Amery. He was born July 18, 1926 in Enman, SC to John and Willie Sue (Hunt) Barnette, Sr. John …
it's felt so good to distance myself from this techy shit.
i have 4 really crazy classes.
i'll be involved in ethnographic field research projects for MSU.
i'll be proposing ideas in my local community and hopefully receiving grants to make positive changes around me.
i'll be learning about and presenting on various different social movements across the globe.
and i'm learning about european civilization and history, mostly dealing with empires and conquering the globe, post 1500 ad.
i'm already really busy and this feels weird.
i want to be done already, but at the same time i feel like i'm …
I got an awesome quilt and pillow cases today from Target.
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I never knew how expensive nice quilts were. I'm such a consumer.